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And I have exactly one month to figure out what the hell I’m going to do.

Chapter Seven

SUNNY SKIES

Khanner Rokoth

I feel lighter.

For the first time in longer than I care to admit, I return from an offsite meeting without the usual undercurrent of dread.

Normally, I come back to piles of disorganized reports, backlogged requests, and mistakes that I have to personally fix.

Today?

Everything is handled.

Every meeting. Every deadline. Every financial projection.

Because of her.

Sunny Adlawan.

Enjoy the rest of your day, Khanner

Gods, I loved hearing my name out of her mouth. And, thanks to her, I very much am able to enjoy the rest of my day.

It only took her, what? One week. Less than.

That’s all it took for her to bring order to my previously chaotic, overburdened schedule. She makes every single one of her predecessors feel like mindless zombies the way she so effortlessly carries this role.

No, that’s not fair to her. She is well over-qualified for this role, zombie predecessors or no. This week—espcially considering it’s only her first week—is proof of that.

Now, I just need to make sure she wants to stay.

I sit in my office, enjoying a rare moment of stillness, my espresso in one hand and a fresh almond croissant from Ma Chérie in the other.

Ma Chérie.

She even knew to order from my favorite patisserie.

It’s almost unsettling how much Sunny knows about me, and how she doesn’t seem to care that I place my attention on her. In fact, she asks for acknowledgment without outright saying so every time she goes above and beyond expectations.

I can’t help but notice, and clearly the upper management agree.

Dare I think it? I can finally focus on my actual work, instead of spending my time cleaning up the incompetence of others?

It’s almost too much to hope for that. She will likely find her groove and settle into an expected lull sometime from now. Perhaps after her first month here. I would assume after herninety-day probation period, but I don’t recall any assistant lasting that long, so it’s hard for me to say for sure.

I take another sip of my espresso, letting the rich bitterness ground me as I tune in to the office chatter just outside my door.

“She actually did it,” someone from the admin team whispers.

“Did what?” a goblin asks.

“She survived a whole week.”

A round of laughs and murmured agreement. “Let’s not get too hasty. Ser Rokoth was off-site this week.”

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